Our backyard. For the adventurous angler, it offers an endless playground. What it lacks in blue-ribbon trout streams 5 minutes from our doorstep, it more than makes up for in variety, uniqueness, and solitude. At any given time of the year, anglers have a slew of choices when it comes to where to go wet a line, and with a landscape that brings glacial peaks directly to the sea, the venues are endless.
The Olympic Peninsula has made a name to itself for its once legendary runs of Salmon and Steelhead, and rivers like the Sol Duc, Hoh, and Queets take much of the spotlight…for good reason. But being that it’s a temperate rainforest nestled into rugged mountain terrain, small creeks and streams make up the vast majority of “river miles” here. That means lifetimes worth of exploration for the small-stream angler. Pick any blue line on a map, and there’s a pretty good chance – as long as you can pitch a fly – there will be a fish waiting to eat it; and that’s exactly what we did a couple weeks ago.